Sunday, May 31, 2009
So yesterday I went to the Greek Festival. Since the weather was nice, I decided to wear a sundress and try to get a little tan. My friend invited me out and we had some Greek food and listened to some Greek music. I went last year as well. This time I had fried calamari. It was so delicious.
The tables were crowded, and it was hard to find a place to sit, so I scoped out a table. While I was waiting for my coffee and Greek dessert, an older gentleman came over to our table and asked if he could join us.
He was a very nice man, and is in his eighties. The first thing he said was: "Would you believe that I am a WW II veteran ?" He was talking about his experiences in the Navy and talked about the many countries he visited. I was intrigued. He has also been here in the Bay Area for many years, while most of the population hasn't because:
1.) Many people here are immigrants, many here less than 30 years
2.) Many people here are younger
3.) Many people grew up somewhere else and ended up moving to the Bay Area.
4.) Many older folks that grew up here ended up retiring elsewhere because of the cost of living.
So it was nice to talk to someone who knew what life was like before the high tech boom.
He also talked about his wife, who passed away about ten years ago. He talked about her like she was still alive. He still wears his wedding ring. It was so bittersweet to listen to him talk about her. He met her while traveling in Austria. (He has good taste, lol) She was Austrian-Slovakian and he could speak fluent German. He said that he had a very happy marriage, and that they loved each other very much. After she passed away, people tried to set him up and introduce him to other ladies, but he still has zero interest. When I talked to him, he seemed like a happy man, and I didn't feel like he was still mourning her, rather he just could never imagine someone else taking her place. And I thought that was so sweet.
He talked about love and marriage a lot and I enjoyed it. He said that the key to a happy marriage is the desire to make your partner happy. When both people want to do nothing more than make the other person happy, that is a successful marriage. He said that over time, their love grew stronger.
I've been told by others that after two years of being with someone, the honeymoon has ended, and then the rest of the time with that person is hard work. I've heard over and over that relationships are hard work. I don't think I agree with that statement, and this man backed me up. He said that he never felt like being with his wife was work, and that as they got older their love grew stronger.
My grandparents on both sides have had the same types of relationships. This man said that younger generations are now looking to their grandparents for guidance in the love department. I can say that is true for myself. In fact I credit a lot of who I've become in the past couple of years to them.
You never really know who you will end up meeting. I really enjoyed the conversation my friend and I had with this man. He really touched my heart without even realizing it.
Okay so Friday I went out with my Mama Cita Ashleigh. I haven't seen her in a long time. With her in school, having a job, working out and a new boyfriend, it's hard to find time to see her.
We went for a little walk on the beach and reminisced about some of the good ole times of working at Enterprise Rent A Car, aka ERAC. Sometimes I like to refer to it as ECRAP.
Did I ever tell you the wierdest thing a customer ever said ? Well, allow me to enlighten you then......
Back in 2006 I was working in an area near all the broke down body shops. Anyway, this old man comes in after getting his car back and returning our rental car. Aparently something went wrong with the rental.
My boss smiles and asks if everything worked out alright. The old man looks at him and said:
"Dude, you fucked me. You fucked me with no grease."
Okay, wow. My mind didn't want to go there, but all of a sudden I pictured a bucket of dirty motor oil and my boss slathering that all over the old man. Like I said, the mind didn't want to go there, but sometimes its like a car wreck: unavoidable to look away.
Anyway, back to my nite out............................
We went out for seafood, since we are both seafood whores. The place was expensive. I had garlic bread and smoked salmon. Delish.
Then we went back to her place to watch some TV and take part in our favorite ritual: dessert.
No, not that you dirty perverts. We made cake batter.
We bought Funfetti cake batter, added oil and water, mixed that up and dipped in the spoons while watching TV. We also ate a little frosting out of the tub.
Delish. It was so good.
But then after a little while I got sick :(
I guess that's what happens when you eat cake batter after a seafood dinner.
I was curled up in a ball on her bed.
I went back home after everything settled and felt a little better.
I am still not tired of cake batter.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
ABOVE: Total douchebag hair.
Okay, so I've covered the new vocabulary, so let's move onto the new grooming rituals men have undertaken.
1.) Nailpolish. I don't care if you're in a rock band and the polish is black. It's still paint on your nails. Me no likey.
2.) Eyeliner. WTF???? I don't care if Bret Michaels did it back in the 1980s. Bret Michaels is a dirty man tool. Besides, it hasn't been okay to look like that for the past twenty years.
3.) Douchebag hair. Please see below for elaboration. Excessively styled hair, created using loads of chick hair products and a straightening iron. For more douchebag hair ideas, please feel free to visit http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/
4.) While we are at it, douchebag facial hair. Take for example, the soul patch. If you don't know what that is, think of it as a man with a landing strip on his chin, which is also known as a "pussy tickler" or a "douchebag tag." For further reading, I offer you the following. http://www.dubious.nu/wp/goodies/articles/how-to-be-a-douchebag/ I found it to be hilarious.
5.) Men who wax their eyebrows, chest or back. Men who get manicures, men who get pedicures. In a female salon. I want to be at the salon gossiping with the manicurist about all my lustful ideas without another man there.
Now we've covered the grooming, let's move on to the new habits men have picked up.
1.) Being asked out by women. Making the woman call him. Men are so afraid of rejection that they are no longer willing to be a man and ask a woman out. That's how mating has worked for as long as mankind has been around. I've had guys tell me it's flattering when a woman asks them out. Of course it is. But that's all it is, is flattery. The man usually ends up resenting the woman because he didn't "earn" her, and doesn't respect her as much as if he had been pursuing her. I've seen it happen and it has happened to me.
2.) Making the women pay on the date or going dutch, saying they don't want golddiggers. I pay my bills and I refuse to discuss my finances or allow a man to financially help me out until we're married. But I believe a man should pay for dinner if he asks me out. That is not golddigging. That is making sure my date is a gentleman, and not stingy.
3.)Not proposing to a woman, or waiting for the woman to propose to him. Marriage is not for everyone. I respect that. But many men ask women to move in with them and then don't want to marry them. If the woman is okay with that, that's fine. But usually, that's not the case. Usually the woman is hoping he will propose.
Maybe I am a little sexist. Maybe I am a little closeminded. But I prefer the men I date to be more manlike. I am the female here. I love a man who is like a hunter, who believes in the thrill of the chase in dating, and who believes in chivalry. A man who likes a cold beer, hangs out with his guys, plays sports and has another hobby like fishing or motorcycle riding. I don't want a man that bellydances. I like a man with rough hands, with some facial hair, with hair on his chest and back. That is why I am attracted to the opposite sex, because he is opposite of me.
A couple of days ago I decided to accompany my friends as a guest to learn the Argentine Tango. They teach the class and offered, so I decided to uproot my ass from my room and TV and go and learn a few things. It was the last class before moving on to the Cha Cha.
Just curious........ Do the Argentinians really tango ? Or is that a long forgotten thing of the past ? Because when I went to Spain, I really didn't see a lot of the Flamenco. Maybe that's because I wasn't in the south of Spain.
Anywho, my friend showed me the steps before the class showed up (4 weeks worth crammed into 30 minutes), and I tried my best to follow along when everyone else started dancing.
Everyone else there had partners, and I ended up dancing alone. I didn't mind, as I didn't want to subject anyone to my awkwardness. I would just stand behind one of the ladies and mimic her footwork.
But luckily some of the gentlemen stepped in and helped me learn the moves while their partners stood by and coached me.
I've been bellydancing for a while now, and in bellydance, I mainly dance alone. Or if I am dancing in a troup, we perform side by side. I forgot what it was like to dance with a guy. The posture felt awkward, and I wasn't moving my hips much, rather more of my legs. It's a foreign concept to me.
It was fun, but I think I will stick to bellydance.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Today I am going to pimp out another person's journal. I haven't done this for at least a couple of years, but I found someone with a blog who is more twisted and perverted than I am--- times ten. He definitely has a unique sense of humor.
Sometimes I may write a few colorful posts here and there, but for the most part everything here is waaaaay toned down. I've hidden my twistedness from my grandparents and my job, but my friends know me differently.
I guess I don't want to scare away the masses. Plus mommy and daddy read this blog. Wouldn't want them to think their first born is corrupted. Well, my old man doesn't care, he is where I inherited it from. It's my mom that is slowly coming to terms with it, and she is being a sport about it now. Now she laughs at my jokes.
I suppose I should call myself a madam. But that sounds so boring and uptight. Plus pimp is a male term, even though many chicks use it. So I will just call myself a pimptress. Let that be Pimptress Senorita to you.
So here is the blog called Porkstar http://le-porkstar.blogspot.com/
He just has a way with words, that's all I am gonna say.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
In my search for more fodder to do my Craigslist "manslations", I keep running into these ads for married men. Apparently, these married men are turning into whiners.
"Yeah, so I am married dude looking for an understanding girl, is that too much to ask ?"
or " Why can't I find any understanding women"? or " All I want is a little fun"
They are whining because they can't find a constant girlfriend on the side. Whine, whine, whine, I am only staying with her because of the kids, I am staying with her because she would clean me out in a divorce....
First of all, these men don't get a lot of responses because there is no respect. Also, when men cheat, the other women get all the blame, even though the married men were the ones who took the vows with their wives.
Second, it's Craigslist. You know you've stooped to an all-time low if you're chasing some married guy on Craigslist.
Also, because there is no incentive. Most women realize that if they hooked up with some married dude, that they would never come first. That they would have to share some man with his wife and kids, when they could easily find other unattached men who can fully focus on them.
Yeah, so married men offer getaway vacations and cash and shopping sprees online. But since they are already lying to their wives, they are probably lying about their financial status as well. The economy sucks, they are probably broke as hell. Besides, there are plenty of bachelors out there with cash.
I am not a fan of married men. Not married, not separated. Legally, separated is just a state of mind and really means nothing. I wish more women would realize that. Men and women can still sleep in the same bed and technically be "separated".
I don't believe in befriending a married man unless I was already his friend before he was married, and even then I back off. Married men usually always start off by rationalizing their actions by telling the woman that it's just friendship. "I love my wife, I just want to be your friend." "I only want your friendship." Part of the reason I cut off contact with my ex was because he is now engaged. After he told me that he wanted to buy this huge ass diamond for her, I wanted nothing more to do with him. Of course he tried to convice me that all he wants is friendship, and how could I be so cold to let him go. Blah blah blah, I didn't buy a word of it and thought he was full of shit. If I were to befriend a married man, it's because I am friends with his wife and he just comes along with it.
Or if I got married, and we as a couple were befriending another couple.
Recently some coworker has been texting me off and on about going dancing with him. Or wanting to call me after work. This man is married with two little kids. I don't care what he does, but please leave me out of it.
I don't want to cause a scene at work, as he is more senior than I and he would retaliate if I spoke up, especially since he hasn't really crossed the line. He only tries very occasionally and I don't even work the same shift as he. So I just ignore him and give excuses as to why I can't go out and he gets the picture. Luckily he can forget about me because there are other women that are dumb enough to bring food and flirt with him during lunch hour.
When I worked in customer service and the restaurant industry, married men would hit on me a lot. I was in my early twenties, and these men were in their late thirties and up. They had married early and felt bored, so a younger naive looking girl sure seemed attractive. Most of the men that hit on me were married, and some were single. It was so sad. The same happened to my coworkers.
This is one of the reasons that although I would love to meet the love of my life and get married, I am a little scared. After seeing all these ads, and getting hit on by married men, it really makes me wonder if my husband would do the same to me while I am at home caring for the children. At what point to men get tired of their wives and look elsewhere ? I am sure many of the women that married their cheating husbands never thought that he would go out and whore around behind her back.
Plus as a single woman, you have to do your research. No longer is looking at the ring finger sufficient enough to determine if a man is married or not. Many men don't wear their rings anymore. Also, many lie about their status. I have been duped before, and trust me, I felt like the biggest chump when I found out.
Here are some steps that I've taken that have saved my ass:
1. I ask him if he is or has ever been married. Because if a man pursues you and you don't ask and you find out he is married and call him out, he will come right back at you and say " Well, you didn't ask." And while he is a douche for that, he is partially right. I should've asked. I have avoided many situations by asking this question up front.
2.) See if he will show me his place or give me his home phone number. I've avoided potential douchey situations with that question too. Because when I start asking more questions he will either tell me he is married or living with another women, he will protest and ask me why I am interviewing him, or he will stop calling and avoid me altogether. All which are responses I look for.
3.) If he answers my calls when I call. Or if he returns my calls. Because if it keeps going to voicemail over and over and he doesn't return my calls, chances are he is married or has another chica.
4.) Google his name, or look him up on Facebook or Myspace. I've verified information successfully that way before.
Anywho, time for me to jump off my soap box and get some exercise.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
So my internship at the Public Defender's Office is officially over. I need to hand in my badge, and in return receive my Certificate of Completion for the internship program. My bosses were awesome, and I learned a lot. Especially about the mentality of criminals. One thing I learned is that you can offer all the rehabilitation programs you want, and try and add incentives for ex cons to be good. No matter what you do, and no matter how much you try to help them, most will reoffend. It's a mindset. Those people have to want to change their life, and be committed to it. Most aren't and just blame their problems on the system. I honestly went into the program thinking it would make me more liberal. It made me a lot more conservative.
Don't get me wrong. I don't mind helping people that are serious about changing. There were a few clients of ours that were sorry for the crimes they committed, paid their restitution, and were actively pursuing their education and being better role models for their children. But most aren't like that. It drains you when you put out a lot of effort to help people, that eventually just end up causing more problems in society.
I was watching Locked Up on NBC, a show about prison life. A lot of the men were complaining about a lack of programs. A lot of blame on the government for cutting rehabilitation programs. Basically blaming the system for when they reoffended. No one stuck a gun to their head and forced them to molest another person, or violate their parole. There are programs in prisons for convicts to get an education or learn another trade here in California, like San Quentin. There is medical care for these people, there is food, even though I hear both suck, but at least it's there. But where is the free college education for young people who are raised poor that haven't committed crimes ? Where is the free medical care or free medications for people in need that have never broken the law ? I would rather focus my energy on those people than the people that have already hurt others and will probably end up hurting more people.
A couple of years ago I really realized that life is not fair. It never was, is, nor will it ever be. My dad told me that over and over, but I guess you don't really understand until you've become an adult. Someone is always going to get the raw end of the deal in life. We all have. With the ways the laws are set up, you can blame your family all you want for your behaviour until you're 18-21 years old. But at some point after becoming an adult you have to take responsibility for your actions and your life. At some point, you have to take responsibility for yourself. And many people I dealt with in my internship kept getting into trouble because they didn't take responsibility for themselves. Yeah, their lives were hard, they didn't have role models. But that doesn't make it okay for them to steal from or harm others. That is not the message we should send to society.
On another note.................
My former professor finally e-mailed me about my new volunteer project and we will resume again next week. I've been waiting to hear from him, thinking that the program got the axe. But it hasn't so I am happy that I we meet next week. This time I will be learning more about Family Law.
Anyway, that is enough for now.
Those who know me personally know how diverse my family is. I have family in different countries. I have family I still haven't met.
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, our teacher wanted us to know where we came from so she made us do a family tree. I remember taking it to my mom and then my dad. They dutifully thought about it and filled it out. I remember my mom sitting at her desk and doing some thinking before filling it out like a crossword puzzle, which she loves btw.
So I handed it in, and when I got it back, my techer was intrigued and wrote some things on my paper. She said "Wow ! I had no idea you are part Russian and have Jewish faith in your family, along with Austrian Catholicism." At the time I was attending a private Christian school, and for all she knew I was an English speaking American whose family has probably lost touch of their roots. After she wrote that on my paper, that made me feel special and unique. I didn't know what it meant, but I knew I was different.
I held on to that paper, and I still have it somewhere in storage. I am glad that I didn't throw it out.
All of my mother's family is in Austria. On her side, only she and my brother and I live in the U.S. I've been to Austria about 8 times. I've lived with my aunt and my cousins for 6 months when I was 10, and I also lived with my grandma for the summer when I as 17. My aunt and grandmother were responsible for introducing me to my Austrian heritage. My grandmother didn't speak English so she taught me German. She signed me up for Austrian Culture school one summer to learn about the culture and language. I did well and I left that summer with a much better understanding. We also learned the Viennese Waltz. My grandma also bought me a traditional Austrian dress called a Dirndl Kleid. I still have it my closet.
I always loved it that I had a grandma that was not tied to the US. I loved it that she didn't speak English, and I thought it was special. She was of the older generation. She was all about Austria, and was upset when the EU merged countries as the European Union, and took away the Austrain Schilling, replacing it with the Euro. She felt that EU was taking away a piece of Austria. When I went to Spain, the Spaniards and Catalans felt the same way. I agree. I miss visiting Europe when each country had it's own rules, borders, and more of it's own culture. I just do not like the EU. Some people compare it to the United States. A country with many different states in between. Well, in Europe it's not really the same thing. I just don't know how to explain it.
Anyway, my dad's side of the family is a little more complex. My grandma was born and raised in the US, and my grandfather was born in the US to Russian-Jewish immigrants who immigrated to the US through Ellis Island.
So that seems simple, but we're more diverse on that side of the family through travel and marriage.
My aunt and uncle converted to Hinduism, and my cousin married in India. As a result I have little half-Indian cousins. I saw pictures of their traditional Indian wedding they had in India.
My other cousins married Asian (I've never met her so I forget which country exactly, I think Cambodia, but she is also Buddhist)
- Greek. My cousin is going with her husband and kids to Greece this summer. I have half Greek little cousins. They are young, but big boys.
-I recently learned I have a Russian cousin that lives here in the SF Bay. We've never met.
- Did I mention that our family is comprised of diffrent religions ?
My last name is very rare, and when I find someone in the phonebook with the same last name, they are usually connected to the family somehow through blood or marriage down the line. I love my last name, and feel that it makes me unique.
I've been to one family reunion in 2001 for my father's side before my grandfather passed away in 2006. It was very nice to get to meet family I've never met and will probably never see again. People took interest in talking to me and sharing family history, and I was just taking it all in. It was also nice reading letters and seeing pictures from my great grandparents who died very early. Luckily before my grandfather passed away he wrote a thick letter to me about them, which I still have.
When my grandmother in Austria passed away in 2006 I got to meet all the family on my mother's side. My grandpa there passed away when I was five so it was nice to learn more about him. I got to talk to all my other great aunts and uncles. It was a big reunion to celebrate my Oma's life.
I think family reunions are special, and I am glad that I went. Even if your family is dysfunctional or you aren't close to everyone. You can still connect with someone older who can tell you something extra about your backround and where you came from. It's important to do your research, especially before they slowly start passing away. When my Austrian grandma and my paternal grandpa passed away in 2006 I felt a huge loss, like I lost a part of me. But at the same time I was glad that I got to talk to them about my roots and where I came from.
That is another reason I am really attached to my paternal grandma. After my great grandma passed away in 1995 she was considered the matriarch of our family. I feel like she is a link to where I came from and she knows a lot. She has been a huge help in helping me dig deeper into family history. She has told me a lot about my dad, as well as my mom when she first met her.
I first started taking a huge interest as a teenager in high school. We were studying WW II, and I interviewed my grandma. She was happy to tell me about her life during that era. So I wrote a paper on it, and I hope that I still have it somewhere.
She was born in 1920 when women were first allowed to vote. She also remembers Black Friday as her father was an investor. She remembers the Great Depression, what life was like before this god-awful social security crisis, the War, and the women's rights movement. She knew Betty Friedan. She was originally involved in fighting for equal pay, but eventually left when she said it was taken over by a bunch of "man-hating lesbians."
The world has changed so much. There is more technology, more people, different ideas, different countries, different world problems........... I feel grateful to still be able to talk to my grandma who was around during a different era and see why she holds the beliefs she does.
I hope that those that those of you that read this post will dig a little deeper into your past if you haven't already done so. There are always family secrets, waiting to be discovered. There is always something that you don't know about. I learned that when my Oma passed away. There was so much that we didn't know. So much you learn when things have to be taken care of and the house has to be cleaned out. When the will has to be executed.
Grandparents are known for talking over and over about their upbringing in the "good ole days". I listened as a child not really understanding the signifigance of what they were talking about. Then as I took history lessons, I could begin to piece it together. Then as I got older and the world started changing more and more, I found myself going back to all those stories they told me and reexamining them and going back to them and asking them to tell them again.
If you have children, the greatest gift you can give to your children is telling them where they came from, and what their roots are. I was very lucky that my family started early. My mom and dad were willing to talk about their parents and grandparents. My family in Austria stepped in and welcomed me in Austria. Maybe you don't think you know that much, or maybe you don't want to talk about it. But children will eventually start asking questions.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
So my friend sent this to me, and it gave me a chuckle. This has been around for a while, but I still have a chuckle when it see it again. How convenient my friend also happens to be named Henry, lol.
You can click on it to make it larger, no pun intended, lol.
So.... The holiday is over and it's time to get back into the daily grind. Actually, I worked all weekend, so I'm not really getting back into it.
I worked with Mr. Angry Pants, who I blogged about a couple of days ago, over the weekend. Interesting man. I tried to avoid him as much as possible, but within a minute of me being there while my head was down reading and NOT TALKING TO HIM he spewed the following..................
1.) Our computer was broken over the weekend and he kept implying I did it. This man is a computer whiz, and knows that I don't know much about computers. Yet he is giving me all the credit for being the evil one who mastermindedly shut down the computer so that even computer whizzes like him couldn't fix it.
2.) He complimented me on my makeup, said I looked like a new woman and then right after said "Haven't you ever wished that you could take someone's looks and then switch that with another personality ?"
I wonder when the huge bug crawled up his ass. Someone please pull it out.
On another note, my old laptop crapped out on me last year. Instead of buying a new one, I decided to just wait and do without, as there were computers at school. I still managed to do my homework and type my blogs without owning my own.
So during that time, I wasn't able to download music on iTunes for my iPod. I've spent a year with no new music. I was getting tired of listening to my old downloads.
But now I have relief.
Today I downloaded about 100 songs. From pop to hip hop to bellydance. Me likey.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Okay, I've mellowed out a bit yesterday since my little bike incident.
So time for a Craigslist manslation................
This gem lives in San Francisco.
TITLE: Cute I look like a boy/Nice Guy Will Buy You Underwear All Day Long - 28 (mission district)
Reply to:firstname.lastname@example.org [Errors when replying to ads?]Date: 2009-05-25, 1:31PM PDT
Really cute I really look like a boy (and normal in a fucked up sort of way) guy seeks an underwear-loving girl to take on a private shopping spree, my treat! I've always wanted to take an easygoing girl who will put up with me masturbating in the dressing room out for a day of underwear shopping, no strings You just have to deal with me. Just a weakness of mine, no weirdness, unless you count me trying to touch your ass as wierd. What's your favorite place: VS, La Perla, Agent Provocateur? My panty fetish won't sound so wierd if I drop expensive brands. We'll buy some fun new things for you, have some smiles if you count the smile in my pants, and part as friends Just think of me as your special little Panty Fairy. Sound like a fun way to spend an afternoon? Drop me a line or your panties and hope to hear from you!
Happy Memorial Day to you !
This weekend I've seen the American flags displayed in honor of this holiday, and I like that. I wish more people would fly our flag around the neighborhood.
This weekend there was a huge article here in the paper (San Jose Mercury News) about a mother who lost her only son in Iraq due to suicide. She was a chaplain at the VA Hospital and said that the only way she could cope with her son's death was to try and help the soldiers in the hospital as well as talk to other mothers in her situation.
She didn't agree with the war, but her son felt it was his duty to join the military at 28 years old. She felt strongly about it. He ended up committing suicide partly because he was conflicted about the war and what he was doing there. It took her a long time to talk about her son and tell people that he committed suicide, because she was afraid people would judge her and her son, and think that because he committed suicide, that he was not an honorable soldier. I don't think that any mother should struggle with that, and she deserves nothing but support.
I have to be honest. I never agreed with sending our American soldiers out to Iraq. I felt it was a war that we should not have entered in. Not only are some of our men not coming home, but many are coming back with brain injuries and post traumatic stress disorders. I just never saw Iraq as a direct threat to the US. I'm not saying that they are our friend, or that their people don't really hate us. I just think that actually fighting with them was not necessary. I've always thought that we have stonger enemies than them.
Regardless of the decisions that were made, I will always respect our troops. Those that fought long ago, those that are fighting now, and those that will fight in the future. We would be nothing without them.
And because of them, people like me who don't want to go to battle, don't have to. I think we are lucky to have that choice.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
So today I met my favorite local band for the first time, Fontain's Muse. I got their music through my previous teacher, Alyne in 2005. Since then I've been listening to it and singing to it.
That music is also special to me because I learned the sword dance to it. I also used it for my recent performances. People love the music and ask me about it. I'm especially happy because they are local and accessible. It's really difficult for me to find an artist that I can identify with. She has a powerful voice, and the music is spiritual and sensual.
So I met Fontain and her husband this morning, as they are the ones that make up the band. I talked to Fontain for a while and she was very gracious and said that she would consider me dancing while she performs. I've seen her invite a fire dancer as well as a bellydance troupe and a sword dancer to perform with her.
Time for me to get back out there and practice.
So today was definitely an interesting day.
I went to go see my favorite local Band Fontain's Muse at the shopping center. I will write about that later, because it was a nice ending to a colorful morning.
On the way there, a man's bicycle fell off his SUV and went into the highway. The car in front of me used her breaks and avoided it, but because I ended up closer to her when she used her breaks to avoid the bicycle, I was the one that ended up running over the bicycle. Of course I tried to slam on my breaks and avoid it, but that clearly didn't work.
So I slammed on my breaks, it went under my car, where I drove with it underneath my car, not knowing what was going on, and then it was if my car spit it back out onto the road. I immediately pulled over to assess the damage.
I'm not gonna lie. That scared the shit out of me. I ended up parking behind the owner of the bike. He asked me if I was okay, and I learned that I ran over his bicycle.
The guy's nice expensive looking bike was demolished and my car smelled like burnt rubber. There were two bikes, and his wife was in the car, so I assume I demolished hers. The chain was loose, the seat was gone, and the front tire was ripped off.
Someone who witnessed the incident called 911 and a cop showed up. I then learned that though I could file a police report, that wouldn't be the best option because........
I would be the one held responsible, and I would get a point on my driving record.
He said that unless the bike flew at my car first, then I would be held responsible. Even though he was the one who lost it on the road, and I almost got hurt.
No one follows the speedlimit of 65 mph. Everyone was going at least 70/75. And people were kind of close to each other. There was a lot of activity on the road for a Sunday morning.
There was no way I could've avoided running over that bicycle. In order for me to have not been deemed responsible, I suppose I could've immediately swerved into the next lane where someone else could've slammed into me (at the rate traffic was going) and cause serious injuries and possibly sending me and themselves to the hospital.
1.) Run over the bike and damage my car and be held responsible ?
2.) Endure serious injuries and not be responsible ?
Hmm............ I chose number one.
I have to say that I was really lucky today. No one was hurt, and although the front of my car as well as underneath is dented, I can still drive my car.
And the guy didn't file a police report. He was nice and kept making sure that I was okay. If I were in the same position, I would've done the same thing as he, and let it slide. His bike could've easily killed someone. I don't know how I didn't get hurt, or how my car is still able to run, but it is, and I am thankful. And I think he is thankful that no one got hurt.
And I am thankful the highway patrol officer was nice and talked to me to help me calm down. I was shaken up and didn't know what my options were.
Be safe out there this holiday weekend.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Okay, so yesterday I did a "manslation" that was just plain nasty. Speaking of which, my mother asked me "So, are all these ads you "translate" for real ?" And I said that of course they are real. My mom is a little more old fashioned. Yesterday she asked me what MILF stands for. Then I also had to explain that a Cougar is no longer just a wild feline. Her reaction was priceless. "Well, I could never !"
Anywho, I have another ad that I found today. It's kind of long, but I still found it entertaining.
TITLE: Lusty Pirate horny, have scurvy, and no teeth seeks Sexy First Mate for Memorable (and Salty) don't ask Adventure
Reply to:email@example.com [Errors when replying to ads?]
Date: 2009-05-23, 6:14PM PDT
Hello out there and welcome to my little piece of the world...
Are you ready to make this Memorial day, and every day thereafter... truly memorable??
Well then... even though it seems that passion has somehow gone out of fashion... and honesty has become somewhat of a lost art.
I say even Pirates have a code they live by even though they stole, raped and pillaged and Pirate tho I may be... I still am honest, and true... and expect the same... from you.
So now that I hopefully have caught your attention.... let me really begin this yarn by saying...
Love isn't finding someone you can live with....
Love is finding someone you can't live without.
Day in... Day out.
Maybe I can get laid faster by inserting cliche sayings in my post.
Me, well I'm hoping to find someone who just might be the missing piece I have missing teeth that completes the crazy, unpredictable, yet precious puzzle I call my life...
And I'm looking for someone, who wants someone, who could be that missing piece to complete her precious puzzle as well. She doesn't need all her teeth either.
Let's seize the opportunity, every opportunity, to share in all that we can... in everything we can... because life is a treasure, and is far too short to waste it on being safe, and correct, and proper all the time! because I am rude and obnoxious
Now then, if you've read this far.. and are still thinking about reading to the end... then thats a good thing, arrrrr. eeeeewwww !
So what's a nice girl like you doing in a cyber joint like this?? Making fun of pervs like you.
I guess I'll begin the interesting and informative part here by saying I believe although there are many cornerstones upon which a healthy, happy, resilient, and long lasting relationship can be built... the most important ones include love, trust, honesty, communication, compassion, respect, and sex. blah blah blah.... let's just skip to the sex.....
Yes...oh surprised and shocked one... I believe it's the passion, the desire, the physical intimacy that provides that glue which binds it all together. As I've matured in years (physically... the emotional side is still under dispute)I'm an old geezer who still hasn't emotionally matured, I find that so many people... far too many people (well. in people I am referring to women in particular!)... deny, avoid, or seem to have forgotten that wonderful gift that is intensely human, exclusively human... to love and to be loved, and to have that love enhanced through the sharing of physical pleasure. Truly, it is a gift thats been trivialized, demonized, and completely sanitized and ignored! Isn't that extremely odd behavior in a culture where sexuality sells everything from tires to double cheeseburgers!!?? Basically, I am a sexually perverted neanderthal, and instead of looking at myself it's easier to think of women as uptight bitches.
SO... now that thats been said, let me say here that I am a very physical guy. in case you didn't get the memo above I dont make excuses, nor will I apologize for being who I am obnoxious and trying to paw at you every chance I get. I believe the physical interaction between partners is what keeps us vibrant, alive, and thriving. I want to bang you.
AND... I'm hoping to find someone who shares some interests and beliefs... and would love to share and explore all those interests and beliefs that are unique to each of us. Not really, I just want to pillage you, we can discuss beliefs later.
Mostly, I'm hoping I can find that one very special soul with whom I can build a long term relationship filled with fun, excitement, love, adventure, and intimacy.
If this kind of relationship intrigues you, excites you, then please allow me to introduce myself (my hat is still off to Mick for that opening line!).
I'll continue this rather open, random, but conscious stream of honesty with the hope you’ll find a tidbit here that stirs some interest, maybe a mumbling that moves you in ways you don’t understand. Which is a good thing
I have baggage fit for a king but I keep it locked up securely in my hall of closets and I won't make you carry any of it. I will just force you to open that closet door and watch while all that baggage comes tumbling down on you. I could probably I will talk your ear off about nothing in particular one minute, then shut up tighter than a clam the next Emotionally immature. Sometimes I will make you laugh… at me, at you, at the world... and sometimes I’ll probably make you cry about the same things. I will laugh at you until you cry about it.
I'm sensual,smart educated, but never pretentious. I think I'm better than you.
I could be bitter, but I'm actually very sweet. Actually, I am passive aggressive.
I’m definitely bruised, but I’m certainly not broken! I doth protest too much !
And I still don't know what I wanna be when I grow up, but am also open to any and all suggestions! I have no goals in life, the Somali pirates didn't want me and I still haven't matured.
I could very easily be classified as an eclectic, eccentric, anything but generic, passionate, compassionate soul.... Teacher did call me special in grade school looking to create and share some everlasting memories... some exciting adventures... and who knows, if lucky, maybe even a sensation or two (hundreds even).
so...wanna make out? ;-) :(
Okay, statistics time here...
I'm 54 years old... and still think it odd when people say “young” because it makes me think they're not comfortable with who they are. I'm actually 60.
I'm 5’11”, 170lb, very active I masturbate on a daily basis and fit (hey, the experts say sex is great exercise, but I digress!)
I have brown eyes, olive complexion,I live and work in SF.
My interpersonal skills??? Well, I’m an excellent kisser. I will offensively shove my tongue down your throat I like them long, deep, warm and passionate. I suffocate my victims I truly believe the kiss is incredibly sensual, is very underrated, and when done right, it intensifies all the other physical aspects of a relationship. blah blah blah...........
I love the outdoors… love making love under the stars as I don't have a place to stay at the moment, as I mentioned, I’m a very physical person by nature, believe in the power of touch, even in the smallest sense… like holding a partners hand anytime, anywhere… I'm a sexual tiger, and I feed on vagina. RAWR
I love to touch and be touched (so beware, be warned) Seriously, you have been warned… get up close, intimate… snuggle, cuddle… on a cold winter night in front of the fireplace… on a warm summer Sunday morning as we stay in bed all morning (hmmmm, maybe all day!)making hot, steamy, slippery love who the hell says slippery?... only getting up to stretch, and maybe order a pizza ;-) Ghettofabulous.
Well, what do you think so far? Care to hear more?? Please shut up and put your tongue and penis away....
If you do, then please... yell, holler or scream from the highest mountaintop!! Actually, an e-mail saying HI will do... but please, lets not enter in a long, drawn out e-mail exchange... I'm looking for a relationship in the real world, not something in this virtual, cyber universe. I want to bang you as soon as possible.
So thanks for reading... I know it was a tough one you have no idea... and you will get an "A" for effort (if you can pass the short quiz).
"once in a while you get shown the light... in the strangest places if you look at it right!" - Robert Hunter I have a flashlight in my pants.
I hope you all enjoy the holiday weekend. I will be working straight through until Wednesday, which means I will be working on Memorial Day. I don't mind though, as work isn't that stressful. Plus it's time and a half and I sure could use the dinero.
Tomorrow I am going to see my favorite bellydance band in my local shopping area. They are local and although I've seen them perform once, I haven't had the pleasure of sticking around for more than a few minutes. I will wear my special bellydance pants.
Anywho, the band is called Fontain's Muse, and they are based here in the SF Bay Area. You can find them on Google and sample their music. I've danced to their songs before and I am drawn to their style. I danced to them for my last solo performance.
Sometimes they have fire dancers performing to their music and sword dancers, which I think is special.
Which reminds me, I need to practice bellydance more often.
On another note, I've just been lounging around today, and not being productive. I need to clean my room and fold my clothes, but I just couldn't bring myself to do that.
There is always tomorrow.
I finally broke down and bought a new laptop. It is a Compaq. I remember my first laptop. I got it in 1999 as a high school graduation present from my parents. It was a Compaq Presario. It was like a brick, compared to what they sell now. But I was happy to start off my college days in the dorm with a laptop.
My last laptop before this one was a Dell. The customer service with that one sucked hairy smelly balls. Talk about trying to diagnose your computer problems over the phone. Especially when the guy on the other end is clearly reading a script and can't understand what the hell he's reading. I always had a laugh when he's clearly in India and he's saying his name is Tim Anderson. Yeah, and I am Rockefeller's child.
I had the four year warranty with Dell, but they still made me take a screwdriver and open up the computer and try and work things out over the phone.
This time I bought my laptop at Staples and can return it to the store if issues arise. I used to work there 10 years ago as the wench in the copy center.
Anywho, time to get some sleep.
While I was shopping at Spencers a while back, there were a bunch of t-shirts with funny sayings.
One stood out "I may not be Mr. Right, but I will fuck you until he shows up."
So, I have another Craiglist ad du jour for your viewing pleasure. The perv who wrote this ad probably uses that winning one-liner at the bar.
By the way, this gem lives in New York City.
Anywho, here is the ad:
You won't believe this...
I'm NORMAL, EDUCATED, SAFE and SANE! And I'm disease free with recent test results to prove! But I got crabs last night I'm a white male, blue eyes, in shape, 5-11, 170, clean shaven, handsome I told myself that looking in the mirror...masculine, clean-cut, discreet MARRIED MAN, will not attract attention... because I'm ugly
So...I was thinking. Maybe you're a little frustrated looking for Mr. Right, or pissed at your bf, or just need to lie back and relax while you guide my head between your legs so I can lick just the way you like it. No obligation. Not true, you have to stomach me. I can keep my clothes on oh that makes the ladies feel safer, or you can look at my endowed package as I look at it through a magnifying glass, up to you. Seriously. I just love to give oral to a clean attractive woman and love to feel her hips twitch as she orgasms... that twitching is her trying to escape.....
Open to any race, white black asian hispanic swf saf sbf shf. I will bang any chick with a heartbeat. Must be clean and attractive actually it doesn't matter, I won't be looking at your face, I come to your place. I am have small children at my place. Please be showered freshly, clean apartment, no emotional issues, etc.
Friday, May 22, 2009
What do Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton and Ray J have in common ?
No one knew who they were or cared about them until their dirty nasty sex tapes were "leaked". I really think they all were responsible for getting it out there in the public eye.
I like Ray J's music. He has a nice voice. But no one really cared until he was caught doing the naughty naughty with Kim. Plus he had to do a dating reality show to help promote his upcoming album ? So not A list material.
That's how I know that society as a whole is going to hell in a handbasket. We're sending the message to young ladies that if they come from money but don't have any other strong talents, they can get famous by making sex tapes.
Anywhore, let's talk about Paris Hilton.
I was watching Kathy Griffin on the Tyra Show ( I know, I should be shot for watching Tyra)
Anyway, Kathy Griffin said that Paris has her own language.
Case in point. What she really means is in bold.
Kathy: Hi Paris
Paris: Hey Bitch Hello !
Paris: You're huge. You are awesome, I love you
Paris: Publicist ? We should meet up and exchange our publicists'
Kathy: Yeah, great, Thanks
Paris: Bye bitch ! Bye, have a nice day
Who talks like that ? A while back if she liked something she always said " oh, that's hot". Now if she likes something, she says "huge" which can sometimes offend women, as they think she is calling them fat.
I feel sorry for youner girls today. We need better role models.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Time for my Craigslist ad du jour.
As you know, I live in the SF Bay Area. There are a lot of Asian communities here: Chinese, Vietnamese, Japanese, Korean, Thai, Filipinos, you name it...... we have it. I gotta say the food is awesome. I grew up eating Korean food (long story) and I gotta say that Korean BBQ is the best. When I was 16 I spent a week in Seoul, Korea and it was by far the best food I've ever had. I keep trying to take my friend Ashleigh out for Korean food, but maybe one day it will happen.
Anywho, there are also a lot of Caucasian men that love them a little bit of the Asian Persuasion. Some of the men are sincere, and that's who they really like. For others, it's just a fetish, or a joke, and they're basing it on all the stereotypes portrayed in the media.
There are books out on how to attract Asian women. In fact, one of them is called "How to attract Asian Women" by Ming Tan. Check out on the reviews on that one on Amazon.com. Hilarious.
Craigslist is full of white men looking for Asian chicks, and as mentioned above some are sincere and some are just ignorant boys.
The douche of the day is obviously ignorant. As usual, my manslations are in bold:
TITLE: Why do I meet all the boring Asians? (SF)
I don't want to generalize I totally want to generalize but i'm starting to think that all Asian women are boring Wha... Wha.... no one wants to sleep with me . True i have very limited experience so i do hold out some hope but the last 3 girls I met one had to be in bed by 10pm she's either underage or found you revolting, another refused to eat anything besides bok choi and chim chi Why is this a problem ? how do you think she keeps her figure ?and another when - asked her what she does for fun said; 'i like to hang out at the library.' I don't like smart girls, especially when I don't know how to properly capitalize.
Are there any cute and sassy, sexy fun Asian girls out there that like attractive white men?
1.) Where are the half-dressed/naked, submissive Asian women that don't speak ? I've seen it in my porn collection, so they must all be like that.
2.) How come you aren't flocking to me ? I'm white, so therefore, you should be all over this.
So yesterday was my day off from work. I lounged around the house all day, and it was nice. I am trying to save my money, so staying home helps prevent me from splurging at the mall.
I went for a jog in my old neighborhood. About 3 years ago I lived in a nice neighborhood at the foot of the hills near an old winery. I was in love with that house, and the neighborhood. I still dream about it once in a while as there was a lot of sunlight and it was peaceful. Unfortunately, I had to move out because the landlord at the time would never come to me directly if he had a problem. He would either punish me without telling me or he would just pull new rules out of his ass. We would never actually sit down and have a discussion, which was sad. It was too bad, as I really enjoyed the house and the neighborhood. Since then, I haven't fallen in love with another place.
So anyway, I went for a jog and did some exercises using the park bench. I also tried to climb some of the obstacles at the park and use the monkey bars. It's real good exercise, and I am definitely not 10 years old anymore (the last time I used monkey bars.)
It was beautiful evening and I watched the sunset while walking and listening to my iPod. When I lived in that area, I would walk down to the lake and watch the mother duck tend to her fuzzy ducklings.
Other than that, I've had a little drama at work. One of the guys at work has been telling me to my face over and over and over......... that:
1.) I don't know how to communicate with people properly. I talk at people, not to them.
2.) Everything has to always be about me
3.) I'm not experienced in life, and I've never really been anywhere
4.) There are people that don't like me and most don't get along with me.
First of all, I've never done anything to this man. I've had disagreements with other people, but not really him. I just don't know where he really gets his ideas from, because I try not to talk to him while working with him. In fact, I smile and try to work with him as nicely as possible.
If I could just walk away, I would, but I can't. I sit at a reception desk. Therefore, when this jack ass comes over to spew his ideas at me, I can't leave, I can't walk away, and I can't tell him to shut up. Because then he would get in my face, and I don't want management to get involved. I just want to get paid, go home and pretend he doesn't exist. I've seen him ask other employees if they "wanna take it outside" and I've had to stand between him and the employee and calmly ask each other to calm down.
So a couple of days ago, he steps it up and tells me two more things:
1.) I am spoiled
2.) I don't have any experience with "urban" people. I don't know how to deal with "inner city people." The guy who said this to me is black. He made it a point to tell me that I would never survive in an inner city environment, and that I would get mugged. (No shit sherlock, why do you think I don't live there ?)
3.) He's lived in the hood, and been in the military, and I've never really been anywhere.
Seriously, what the hell ? He knows nothing about me, except that I am a white girl, grew up sheltered, am more on the conservative side and have more of a docile personality on the job. So he just took all that, and decided that I am stuck up, and don't know anything about life.
I don't know why the hell he thinks he has the right to talk to me like that. I told him that he should stop stereotyping me, but then he got all mad and said that he was just taking the facts and showing them to me. Had he taken the time to know me, he would realize that I've actually lived overseas, and though I've never lived in "urban areas" like Chicago, I have dealt with "urban people". It's part of my volunteer work. I'm trying to learn, I am trying to see how how others live. Besides, I never claimed I was familiar with "urban life."
I knew he was a real prize to be won when he said " I grew up in Chicago where Obama did." Oh wow, he brought Obama into the argument so therefore I must really listen to him. I told him that I could care less about Obama because this is between him and I and not Obama. Then he was like "Oh see ? You don't care about Obama. That's what I'm talking about."
Besides, I treat "urban people" just like any other person. I say hello, goodbye, I laugh if they're funny, or I argue if they're being a jackass. Why should it be any different ? Categorizing people does not help unite everyone together.
What a dumb ass. I never asked him for his opinion, and it really gets my panties in a waded bunch when bitter people like him decided to shove their bs ideas on me. Especially when I am not in a position to walk away. I've tried tuning him out, but he keeps talking and talking and talking.
I have to work with this grade A douche bag all this weekend.
Happy Memorial Day Weekend to you too.
Kisses to all !
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I have another "manslation" for y'all. What would all the sexually frustrated married men/ young college dudes in need of milfs/ old pervs with cameras/
do without Craigslist ?
I read today's ad du jour and was so dumbfounded.
I feel bad for all the women out there with daddy issues. I am sure a few out there would respond to this.
Thank God I have a good relationship with my father.
Anywhore, here it is.....................
TITLE: Daddy Seeking his Babydoll
Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date: 2009-05-18, 5:24PM
Daddy knows you yearn for his strength, his discipline, his touch, his salt and pepper hair eew!. You need and seeks his guidance, his love barf !. You know that you misbehave at times and need Daddy's firm hand. Read: Perv who wants any excuse in the book to spank you. You dream about lying your head in his lap while he strokes your hair and tells you what a pretty girl you are This is sounds like something Hannibal Lector would do/say. You want Daddy to mold and teach his little girl, growing her to full potential. Daddy needs his little girl to be of legal age no older than 18, in shape this daddy can't love any fatties ! and real tired of blow up dolls in short skirts.
This Daddy is 46, divorced obviously, successful its usually the execs who are the biggest closet freaks, 6', 170lbs, handsome a face only my mommy could love and real. Daddy looks forward to hearing from his future little girl.
I went for a little jog today before I went to work. I also went yesterday as well, even thought it was hotter than Satan's asscrack outside. I ran by the river close to my house. Some dude tried to holler at me in his car in a parking lot. He was extending his hand for a handshake, but I didn't shake it, as he could've easily pulled me in the car and sped off, in fact I backed off a little. I told him I was married, but he still wanted my number. Here is portion of the conversation:
Dude: Excuse me, I just gotta tell you that you look damn sexy !
Moi: Hey thanks !
Dude: Whass yo name !
Dude: Do you got a man ?
Dude: Are you married ?
Moi: Yes (Thanks for giving me the idea)
Dude: Well.... you gotta number ?
Moi: No, I have a man.......... :: starts to walk away::
Dude: ::slowly follows me in beat up car:: Hey Senorita ! Why aren't you wearing your ring ??
Moi: Bye ! ::walks off faster::
I walked right past him a few moments prior while he was walking to his car. He could've been a gentleman and talked to me face to face. That's what I would've done. But no, he had to creep up next to me in his car while I was walking. I don't like it when some dude hollers at me out his window. It's so tacky. He was cute, but you know what Judge Judy says: Beauty fades, dumb is forever. I bet he had a pregnant girlfriend at home, too.
On another note, today was Election Day here in California. I did not vote. In fact most of us here in this state didn't either, as I guess we're all tired of going back to the polls over and over with nothing ever really being taken care of. One thing I learned in my legal classes was how our state is falling apart. It's scary.
There were a few propositions on the ballot. One which entailed getting more money for our public school system, which of course is badly needed. But that money doesn't come from nowhere. They proposed taking it from other programs, such as the mental health care programs as well as the Early Start program for infants. Both programs were approved by voters, so now it's like we're voting to overturn what we voted for years ago. The public school system is extremely important, but so is the mental health care system and so are programs for infants. I don't want to go in there and decide who is more important. I just don't want to go there.
I could write more, but I don't want to get all political.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Here is another ad, which gave me a chuckle. Do any of you ladies need your house cleaned ? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want his hairy bunghole to be in plain view while he is bending over to pick up clothes or hovering over to scrub the tub. Definitely not sexy. Or what if he decides he wants to take a break and sit on the furniture ? Naked butts and nice furniture are not a winning combination.
Anywhore, here is the ad du jour !
TITLE: Nude House Cleaning by a handsome college guy - 22 (pacific heights)
Hello, it has been a fantisy of mine to clean the house of a woman and be watched, while cleaning in the nude. I've been watching a lot of porn since I moved out of mommy's house for college. This is not a fake proposal and there are absolutely no strings attatched. Not really true, as I will "accidentally" try to poke you with my schlong while dusting. It is just a fantisy of mine that I have dreamed about masturbated to for a while hoping that it can come true. Maybe because I have a bit of an exobishionistic side and have yet to explore it. who knows.. I am a 22 year old out of state college student visiting the city for a week I can't spell for shit, and I actually dropped out, the gen ed classes were too hard and am seeking a nice sweet down to earth woman who would like to watch me clean in the nude for her. Age doesn't really matter. I'm very horny and no girls my age are going for this. Around my age would be a plus but I also have a thing for older women. I guess ages 20-55 even grandma's !. I envision myself coming over to your house or apartment, going to the bathroom, taking off my clothes and clean those hard to reach places for you while your eyes are constantly watching my body; sitting on your couch with a glass of wine think Stifler's mom. I do not care if you are clothed or unclothed, but this would be a lot of fun. If you share this fantisy or think its exciting shoot me an e mail. Lets have some fun
When I was in high school in 1995, I used to listen to Loveline with Adam Carolla and Dr. Drew. I listened to them for a while up until I was in college. In 2005 Adam Corolla was replaced and I stopped listening altogether.
But he had Dr. Drew have temporarily reunited and I hope the radio station invites him back permanently. Listening to them again reminds me of my awkward high school days, and reminds me of how naive I was back then.
Loveline is on from 10-midnight I think, on our alternative station here in the Bay, Live 105.3. Basically sexually confused young men and women call up Adam and Dr. Drew and ask any questions regarding their sex lives. No question is off limits, and sometimes it's downright hilarious.
Sometimes they have celebrity guests. My favorite guest of all time was Nick Hexum from the band 311. Not only is he hot, but he has the hottest voice ever.
Dr. Drew Pinksy (who also is also on Celebrity Rehab) gives his point of view from a medical standpoint, and Adam Carolla just gives his witty insight. I love his sense of humor.
Basically, when teens/young adults are too embarrassed to talk to their parents, they turn to Loveline. I remember my parents trying to give me "the talk." Talk about awkward. They sounded almost paranoid when talking to me. They were afraid that I was going to have unprotected sex and get pregnant. Looking back, it's hilarious, because they had nothing to worry about. I was socially awkward in high school, didn't have friends, wore no makeup, wore baggy clothes and I had a lot of zits on my face. Yet because they were so afraid of the teen pregnancy statistics shown on TV, they were convinced that I was going to be another statistic.
Anyway, I hope Adam Carolla stays.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
So a couple of weeks ago I was working overtime. One of the guys supervising the move and I made conversation. I was a virtual stranger and he decided to tell me that his girlfriend was 12 weeks pregnant and he wasn't sure if he was gonna keep it. Wow, what a prize.
Scuse me ????? Since when does the MAN ever decide whether he's gonna keep the baby or not. I decided to speak up and tell him that it's been three months already, she's keeping it, there is nothing you can do about it, dude. You're having a baby, so deal with it.
He then pulled out his three cellphones. One for work, one for his "babymomma to be" and one for his "boys". He had no problem telling me, a virtual stranger how crazy she's been acting. What a gem, why didn't I try and fight for him right then and there.
He is 27, a year younger than me. I thought that men matured a little after the age of 25. Apparently not, which is probably why I've dated older. Unfortunately there are many trophies like him littered about the SF Bay Area.
Anyway, over our lunch break he was telling me and another worker how he was with this girl for two years and how she is hormonal and not ready for a baby, but "she's still a hella cool chick" and "we can tell each other everything". LOL. If I were carrying some man's lovechild, have weird cravings and am ballooning like a whale, I wouldn't want really want to be referred to as a "hella cool chick".
Anyway, fast forward to a couple of days ago. He called me at work and told me that he broke up with his girlfriend because it was "too much drama". He wasn't ready to be tied down, and he wanted to take time to "sit back and smell the roses."
I asked him how his genius girlfriend felt about him dumping her and if she was cool with it. His response was "Naw, she still wants to be with me, but it's just too much drama, and I'm not ready for a relationship."
WTF ???? You knock some chick up and while she is carrying your child, now you decide you want to just smell the roses ???
Then he told me that I could call him anytime.
Oh yeah, I'll call him........ When HELL freezes over.
Yes, I said it. I am a whore, you are a whore, we are all whores, so lets all hug, hold hands and celebrate our whoredom together.
I am a whore when it comes to two things:
1.) Reality TV
Let's start with reality tv. I am not loyal to just one show. I watch them all, on all different channels such as Bravo, VH 1, and TV Land. I get around in the reality tv world. I've even taken it to a new level by reading the cast blogs, reading all the gossip about them on the internet, and watching the reunion shows.
I am especially a slut when it comes to the Real Housewives series. I've seen them all: Atlanta, Orange County, New York, and I am watching New Jersey now. And I like it.
Basically they are all the same: Married/divorced/single middle aged women that are really middle class or broke but think they are rich because they wear clothes and live in houses they can't afford. They brag about how wonderful they are, how people think they are bitches but they don't care, and how much they contribute to charity. Oh, and need I mention how they sit and bitch about each other all day. And yet I still sit and watch it.
The latest Housewives from New Jersey should be real interesting. I like Caroline and Teresa, and not so much the others, but maybe they'll grow on me. It looks this season will be the juiciest ever.
2. Now onto me whoring around in cosmetics/beauty products. I am not brand loyal, and hey, I will even use men's products. I am what you might call polyamorous when it comes to products. I use what I use, I love what I love, no restrictions, lol.
Take yesterday for example. I was shopping for soap, and I bought Axe Effect, which is a men's soap. But it smells so good, and I heard about it while I was living in Austria for the summer about 10 years ago I think. It was advertised on TV, and I loved those commercials in German. So I went down the neighborhood store and bought a container. It smelled so good, and now it's sold in the US. That and Fa. I first used Fa when I lived with my Aunt in Austria when I was 10. So I like to occasionally buy Fa and Axe Effect.
I also love men's deodorants because they are stronger, as well as cologne. I wore Valentino for men colonge occasionally because it reminded me of Europe.
As for female soaps and deordorants, I don't think I've used the same soap/shampoo/perfume/lotion/makeup consecutively. (Except for Estee Lauder foundation) I love switching it up. There are so many different brands out there, especially when it comes to products for women. It is a huge market that everyone wants a piece of. There's always a new brand, a new line, or a new scent coming out. It wouldn't be as fun for me if I just stuck to one brand.
To me, there is always something better lurking around the corner, lol.
But so far here are some of my favorite products that I am either loyal to.
1.) Estee lauder foundation. It's the only one I know that is lightweight, and doesn't make me break out
2.) Venus razors with a dispozable razor head. I used to cut myself all the time, but not since I found those a few years ago.
3.) NYX lipliner
4.) Neutrogena fresh foaming cleanser. Excellent for removing makeup, even eye makeup without getting oily goop near my eyes.
So as you can see, with all the products I have (and I have a crapload of products) I am only loyal to four.
So, what about you ? Do tell.........
Saturday, May 16, 2009
So I bank with Bank of America.
So why am I happy about it ?
Well, it's not because of their service. Their service tends to suck a fat one.
It's not because of their rates. Their rates are outrageous in comparison to the other banks and credit card companies. Especially their investment services.
Even though I've banked with them for 12 years now and feel like they've been bending me over, I still take it year after year.
But I still love them because they hired some hot security.
Today I went to the bank to make a deposit, and I saw the hottest man standing there in uniform making sure that people like us don't run off with cash in this godforsaken economy.
Good Lord this man was so fine. He was over six feet tall, buffed, had a bald head, and a goatee. I don't know if he was white, Latino or both. Frankly I didn't give a shit. While I was walking up, I just stared at him from behind so he wouldn't notice it and muttered a few things under my breath. I almost thought about telling him I have explosives so he could cuff me and pat me down.
As I walked back out to my car, I turned back to look at him and caught him staring at my ass. I will definitely be going back to the gym as my exercises have been paying off...... And I'll be taking care of my banking needs at that branch, lol.
Wow, it's been a long time since I've seen a man in my area that good looking. I tend to be a little more reserved in the male department, but today I was almost ready to throw all that out the window. I wanted to walk right up to him and give him my number, something I've never done.
But then I chickened out. I turned beet red and kept on walking.
Wow, I bet he gets treated like a piece of meat all the time, lol. I would've, lol.
Speaking of which, after that I had some Korean BBQ'd beef.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Just a quickie update.
I was gonna go out and have some fun with friends tonite, but I ended up working instead. I need the money.
I really have no social life :(
I was gonna meet up with a new friend that I met through bellydance last week and meet her other friends. It's a big deal for me, because I am shy when it comes to meeting new people. It's hard for me to put myself out there. And when someone reaches out to me and invites me to hang out, I always take it as a compliment.
She invited me out, and it sounded like a lot of fun. Drinks and dancing. It's been a long time since I've been out with a group of women. I have galfriends that I hang out with individually, but not really in a group. The last time that happened was three years ago.
One of the things I've been hoping for lately is more friends. It's constantly on my brain for over a year now. I've been thinking about it in conjunction with the Law of Attraction. And slowly, things have gotten better. I've been in touch with my college friends, and I got to spend more time with Ashleigh and get to know her better.
Before I even think about meeting the love of my life, I want solid friendships.
Anywho, maybe my schedule will free up next week.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
So today's Craigslist ad du jour is actually from New York City. The SF Bay Area is kinda crazy when it comes to dating, so I wanted to see what NYC has to offer in the male department. Interesting stuff. As usual, my manslations are in bold.
TITLE: This week I've helped 3 sets of women carry strollers up subway stairs - 34
Women come in sets ?
I don't usually keep track of this sort of thing, mind you. I just did But I helped a woman carry her baby and stroller up the subway steps this morning and realized it was the third time this week I'd done so. Therefore I deserve a medal. Now who wants to sleep with me ? What is wrong with NYC men that they don't do this all the time? The only thing I have going for me is that I help moms carry their strollers up stairs. I've lived in NYC for 12 years, and it's been the same ever since I moved here straight out of college.
I also let women out of elevators first. Aunts and older women love me. My aunt and grandmother love me.
It also so happens that I am *extraordinarily* good-looking because my aunt and grandma told me so. I clearly have a high opinion of myself. Not really, If I say I'm gorgeous enough maybe some one will believe me someday.
How about we celebrate with a drink, mild flirting, and necking in a dark nook? I live with my mom, so we'll sneak in one of the corners of the hall. I know a bar that would be perfect. A classy man like me treats women to bars. Oh -- in case you were wondering -- I am white, 5'11'', 165, and in toned/athletic shape.
You know how in the fashion world, fashion designers talk about their collection ? For example, Dior has ad campaigns for the Summer 2009 Collection.
Recently the term "collection" has translated into normal advertising. Previously, I would see the term "collection" really only used in high end fashion, cosmetics and furniture. Starting around last year, people in advertising seem to be overusing the term.
Now I see it used in advertisements for Walmart furniture for a "summer collection". Recently I was watching ad on TV for Secret Deodorants and body sprays. They were defined as the "fine fragrance collection" which could be found in the "deodorant aisle".
LOL, deodorant aisle, like there is just one aisle for special deodorants. There is no such thing. Basically, they're in an aisle with other hygiene products.
Apparently even Glade has it's own "collection". Seriously, WTF ???
Look, I shop at Walmart and Target. I don't have a lot of money, and I am fine with that. But don't be using all these high-end terms on me to try and make me feel good for buying REGULAR products such as deodorant or air fresheners at a cheaper store. I feel good for saving money, but don't try to make me feel like I am buying something high-end. Once I start buying haute couture dress, then I will feel like I've bought something "high-end".
I know that this is so miniscule, maybe a few of you probably think I may be a little crazy. But marketing was what I majored in, in college. Since I've taken marketing and branding classes, watching advertisements has never been the same for me since.
May 14th is a day that I've remembered for the past 9 years now. It was nine years ago today that I was involved in my first major car accident.
Basically, I was crossing the intersection when another man in a small truck T-boned me in the intersection and sent my car spinning. My best friend in college was with me. We were about to see the new movie coming out, Center Stage.
My car was totaled, and massively dented on the divers side. Had the impact been a few inches closer, I would've either been seriously injured or even killed. But I was lucky enough to walk away from the accident without even a scratch. My friend was okay as well. We both walked away.
At first I was elated that I survived. Then the trauma of the accident set in the next day and I was upset and emotional.
I think about that accident every year, and remember how lucky I was and still am. There are many people that are involved in crashes and don't always make it. God gave me a second chance at life nine years ago, and I feel blessed that I am alive.
Since that year, I have been in a couple of other accidents, and none have even compared to that first one. I knock on wood and pray that God still continues to watch over me like he did that day.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
So lately I've just been feeling burned out.
My former professor had me volunteer a couple of weeks ago, and I was supposed to get called back to show up and volunteer again. The organization we volunteered for is brand new, and people that run it are supposed to meet and get back to us, and I haven't heard anything lately. Very frustrating, it's not like I am asking for money here, I am just trying to volunteer. I came across a flier at my gym stating that the organization may be shut down due to lack of funding. The public could stand in and protest, but I found the flier too late. It's all up in the air, and I wish I knew what's going on.
On the other hand, I've been working out a little more lately. I lifted some weights, and I never lift weights. My arms are so sore that I can barely lift my arms. I like to listen to my iPod while working out. I can't wait until I get my new laptop so that I can download more of my favorite songs.
Nothing more really to report. I was watching the Tyra Show today. She is something else. On her show today, she did a segment about "African American Hair". She showed up with her hair in cornrows and started talking about how African Americans are so ashamed of their natural hair. She was talking about how they should be more proud of their hair, and how they shouldn't have to wear weaves or use chemical relaxers in their hair. Then she showed a bunch of children saying how they wish they could have "white people hair" while the audience gasped.
I thought the whole thing was ridiculous. I could not believe Tyra had the nerve to suddenly act like she is proud of her natural hair when she wears BLOND WEAVES to the show every day. She wears a weave which is dyed blonde and straigtened. I don't know how much more altered she can get. She wants to tell her fellow African Americans to embrace their natural hair, yet she spends thousands of dollars on hers ? WTF ?? Like her taking out her weave for one day is really going to inspire everyone.
"White people hair"? Hahaha. During the show people featured kept saying they wish they had white people hair. A couple of people mentioned Latina hair, but most of what they showed were little black children talking about how they wanted hair like white people, probably to get a strong reaction out of the audience. So ridiculous. One of the children pointed to the blonde wig Miley Cyrus wore in Hannah Montana and Tyra almost cried when the little black girl said she wanted blonde hair. Hell, I wanted blonde hair as a child. I used to wear long wigs and stuff my bra as a ten year old. But as I got older, I embraced my natural hair color. What, she's not allowed to try and be like Miley Cyrus because she's a different skin color ? I thought Miley had a huge following of all different groups.
I am so sick of this bs on TV. This is part of why I stopped watching America's Next Top Model. Tyra has made a mockery out of the fashion industry, and most contestants never actually make it in the modeling world.
Just my .02
Monday, May 11, 2009
Today I decided to practice some dance routines. I am lucky in that I have a mini dance studio in the house, with a wooden floor, mirrors and a stereo system. I could even turn on the AC if it gets hot. Before I moved there, I used to come over and practice for hours.
I've been bellydancing since 2002, and I've never really talked about how I got into it. Bellydance is the one hobby that I've kept up with and love with a passion. I was first inspired by Shakira, and decided to sign up with a teacher, Patrice aka Kahjulah on campus while I was at SJSU. The bellydance community is small, and I still run into her once in a while.
However, it wasn't until I went to Germany that spring break that I decided that I would make bellydance my hobby. While I was in Germany with my aunt we ate at a Persian restaurant, and there was a dancer. She was exotic looking, I loved her outfit, and her enthusiasm. She also pulled me up to dance, and my aunt took pictures.
So when I came back to the states, I immediately looked in the phonebook, and called the only bellydance teacher that was listed. Bellydance has become much more popular since then, but back in 2002 the bellydance community was still much smaller.
Anyway that teacher, Zahra, called herself Jewel, and she was from Egypt. She was huge, and I could barely understand her English, but she could take any average girl and turn her into a performer. She was rigid, and made us do drills over and over. After the drills, she would make us do various routines over and over. She was strict, but we learned. Because she was so fat and she couldn't move too much, I couldn't really see what she was doing. But somehow, we ended up doing the moves with a smile. I bonded with the girls that summer. We would just sit around and talk about boys after practice and complain about the summer heat.
Jewel was different, and a little crazy, but she left the biggest impression on me. Since she's Middle Eastern, she introduced me to the culture. She inspired me to go out and learn more about the culture. She made me my first professional costume. She introduced me to different types of bellydance: veils, double veils, sword, cane, candleabra, zills, drums, isis wings, old Arabic bellydance videos. It was with her that I joined my first troupe, called the Jewels of the Oasis. When I joined, I danced at an Indian restaurant (even though Indian dance and bellydance are different). We also did a couple of other performances, such as office parties.
I stayed with her until 2003. Unfortunately we discovered that she had multiple personality disorder. She didn't take her medication and she lashed out at all of us until we all left. I don't know how she is doing now or where she is, but I still think about her. I did run into her brother in 2006, 3 years after I left. I told him how much his sister meant to me as a dancer.
While I was in Spain from 2004-2005 I did a little belly dancing, as bellydance was also becoming trendy over there, especially since there is tons of Arabic influence in Spain. Shakira was also popular there, of course. I found a studio that offered 3 hour long classes. The classes were always either in Spanish or Catalan. I didn't really have to listen, rather just dance along. I still have the coin belts I bought over there.
After I came back to California, I decided to get back into bellydance and joined another troupe, Jewels of Opar. I also learned how to dance with the sword. My friend who I met in my first troupe and reconnected with after I came back to CA taught me how to dance with the sword. She was half white, and half Native. She stood tall, and reminded me of Giselle Bunchen. She just exuded confidence, and she had a powerful presence on stage. She taught me how to be dramatic and sassy on stage.
I dance with an Iberian scimitar, and sword dance is very special to me. Not many dancers do it, and that's probably because it's really difficult to find a teacher that will teach you how to dance on the floor with a sword on your head. But my friend learned from Jewel, and then she taught me. It's been one of the greatest gifts I've gotten.
I don't dance in a troupe right now, as my schedule is unpredictable. Plus, I am not the best with choreography. Not to mention that there was serious girl drama in my last troupe. At one point there were 18 girls in our troupe, since I was new, I really wasn't allowed to put in my two cents. So now I just dance alone, and come up with my own choreopgraphy when I have to perform and it works out fine. But I would be open to joining a troupe if it were smaller, and I bonded with the girls.
I've taken classes in hip hop and latin dance, tango, as well as other forms. It's fun, and I love all types of dance. But none of them have stuck with me like bellydance.
So yesterday I did a manslation for a married dude. I was perusing the ad section today for some more writing material, and I found this dude's ad again. Only this time, he left out the fact that he is married and put more emphasis on offering financial assistance to the willing chick that bangs him.
I guess you can't swing a dead cat without hitting some bored married perv on Craigslist.
So usually over the weekend I sometimes come across reruns of NBC's To Catch A Predator. Basically, decoys from Perverted Justice are used to try and lure in male predators. These decoys pose as an underage boy or girl and try to lure the predators into meeting up or meeting at their house. There haven't been any new episodes, because it's been cancelled.
From an entertainment standpoint, the show was entertaining. I thought it was funny watching those pervs make asses out of themselves. Especially since no actual children were harmed in the making of the episodes.
All of the guys when questioned by Chris Hansen, always answered:
1.) This is my first time doing such a thing, I swear on my life !
2.) Please just let me go, I will never do it again !
3.) I never intended to have sex with him/her. I just came to talk/mentor/teach a lesson.
People are so shocked that people in well respected professions would be caught chatting or trying to engage in sexual acts with a minor. On the show, people from all walks of life were caught: Teachers, military men, fathers, Rabbis, preachers, government officials. Peoples' reactions are always: OMG ! I didn't see that coming. I never thought he would ever do such a thing !
In my opinion, this is why it happens more often than it should because people let their guards down. Why is it so shocking that people in respected professions would get caught up in this perverted business ? It's not shocking to me. I learned at a very early age that you never really ever know who you are dealing with. When it comes to your children, you can never be too careful with who you leave them with.
I read a book in my Criminal Law class that changed how I view things. The book was written in the 1970s by cops, and I forget the name, but the authors said that it isn't just the good people who want to make changes that take up professions such as teachers, doctors or preachers. Sometimes, it's the predators that take up professions like these because it's:
1.)Unlimited access to children.
2.)People easily trust them. You're more likely to leave your children with a teacher than a car mechanic no questions asked. It's easier for children to build up trust with them and keep secrets.
3.)It's easier to prey on problematic children, because no one really tends to believe them anyway. Also, problematic children tend to come from broken families where they don't have people they could turn to.
I am not trying to insinuate that people with professions that deal with children are usually wolves in sheeps clothing, because I am not. My teachers in school were wonderful, and the pastors at the sermons I've attended are upstanding citizens.
A pervert is a pervert, and pervs come in all shapes, sizes, and especially professions. It has nothing to do with money, education, or profession, and everything to do with the combination of morals, how you were raised as a child and if you are mentally unstable, and a will to change.
Entertainment aside, I am kind of glad that show got cancelled. On one hand, it instilled fear into sexual predators that may think of chatting with underaged girls. Now that they see people getting arrested on TV, they may think twice about hooking up with young girls.
On the other hand, because I've gotten to take legal classes, I think that Chris Hansen and this show has tried to take the law into their own hands which is just a bad idea. For example, after one of the seasons, 23 cases were dropped because Perverted Justice failed to provide enough useable evidence to the District Attorney. Since when is a TV station qualified to handle evidence? Had this been dealt with in a more private matter, combined with hiring more professionals, perhaps the cases wouldn't have been dropped.
Also, NBC worked with Perverted Justice, and paid PJ at one point $100,000 to help them lure in predators. In the legal field, that is what one might call Conflict of Interest. Combine that with the fact that NBC has an interest in its ratings. I would think that because NBC is paying Perverted Justice, that it would be added pressure to find more predators and that some lines would be blurred. How do we know that the decoys in Perverted Justice aren't the ones repeatedly harrassing men and immediately starting in with sexually charged conversation. How do you know that Perverted Justice isn't acting unethically ? It sounds like a great cause in theory. But when you add money and ratings and the public's opinion of sexual predators, it doesn't sound so great in practice.
It just seems fuzzy to me. A show like this dealing with law enforcement and the court system should never ever be treated like a reality show. Especially when peoples' lives and their families are affected so heavily. People are thrown in jail, reputations are ruined and the children of these predators have the whole country knowing what their dad did.
I don't think that a TV show which is clearly a money making business and concerned about ratings, should ever be involved in taking matters like this into their own hands. So easy to draw the line. It's like NBC is trying to portray themselves as heros, when they've really just got financial interests and board members to please.
Another example....... After the men were interviewed by Chris Hansen and walked outside, cops were there to arrest them. Instead of one cop making the arrest, there were three cops screaming at one guy with guns pulled and shoving him to the ground.
Was that really necessary ? Because the guys arrested weren't being violent. One could see that was clearly done for the show, and it was just tacky.
I mean, yeah, I didn't like the dirtbags Chris Hansen interviewed, I felt they should be slapped around, because I am a little biased and I don't ever think engaging in acts with a minor is ever okay. But save their mistreatment for prison after they've been convicted in a court of law.
I will still watch the reruns though, I kind of like watching Chris Hansen and reading between the lines.